Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Dirty's Back

Sup? go
(Yo Snoop Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too
E-40 and the Click)
Nuff to the West coast
(Duh, duh, duh)

Yo, Ol' Dirty coming through
Know I'm saying? I got the East coast
the fuck down, hear my shit, nigga
(Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn)

Shit is crazy real in the
I watched niggaz get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug on the real
See a nigga get and his bitch get him killed

In this dream to get some cream
You're a Beem and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the
Bring the Pain to Method, main

It's not all the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you
And for the niggaz sellin'
You're too

Black people ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my
is up to no good
You watch em in them hoods

I always thought life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo it be me
So instead, I my bed
My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin' with a

My best friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me cream, let me the Benz
Houses all over Texas, lightning Lexus
He had enough to dress this

Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin' fly boots
Put me on pook
Every morning that I
Ten G's in my fuckin' face, combination to the

Son run the state, carrying by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed
And it's ran by Ol'
12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty,

Fuck all that motherfucking selling shit
I wanna see motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear motherfucking lyrics
up nigga, what?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
I got you

I'll rip mics on you know the type
New Jack, this is my like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a kite or somethin', make some
I come up bad in the town like Bronson

Now set your speaker and I'll do you for reason
12 is no joke I bring wreck through the
Solomon, contend, more but just when
That act you can save for Jack Nicholson

One two and three, through rap fatigue
In the MC world, is a minor
What you speak, you swear unique
just a peek, physique, of an old antique

Don't a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whole head is stuck and
Next Siamese, I never rhymes
incomplete, then again obsolete

I shall repeat, there's an Street
For niggaz who earned, then learn your
you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger
Not an experiment Lucifer

With a tittling of crafted skin
Nothing like spring sauce, of the true
Who score, the wizard of war
Came in man was a god damn dinosaur

No more jungle-like living, from the Lagoon
It's not an House, National loon Lampoon
If you the what, when, why, how
Are you fellas who or to disallow

A fresh MC, that knock you down?
I gets spellbound like a merry-go-round
While I'm freaking, I expose
You take a subject, and you decompose